My best friend is an idiot crushing on a jerk. Instead of eating peanut butter cups at his house on Halloween, I'm throwing rocks at Skurdulka's house. That's how it started. I actually lay eyes on a shapeshifting cryptid and I'm not going to live to tell about it. Great. If I can get Skurdulka to let me leave (alive), I'll have a story to tell. Maybe the cryptid's not so bad. We might even have some things in common; no one gets what the f#ck we are and we're both sick of people.

If you don't know about Reverse Falls I can tell you. ( Note from Present me now, this book is shit but somehow people like it and want more )

when Voldemort attack the potter's and tried to kill harry with the killing curse it damaged his eyes turning him blind, wait until everyone in the world see the true Harry Potter - C.W.